Elizabeth Drakon rose to her feet, shoulders first, slowly. The remaining pieces of herself continued to latch into place, popping and lapping all the way. She turned to face Lars, looking eyelessly at his pathetic state. Wondering if he still had something up his sleeve... One last gamble, perhaps...?
The air all around her still stirred violently, as if disturbed at the thought of someone hurting this being of monstrosity. Drakon took no notice of it. She was aware of the authority she possessed. Of her own intoxicating power.
Lars did have one last move left. An end game. A forbidden spell. At the cost of his life, or at least, what remained of it. But he didn't have to hesitate. He wanted vengeance.
He tried to open his mouth, to utter the enchantment, but then all went black.
Drakon stepped away from what was left of his head, wiping her heel off the bits of brain clinging at its underside.
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Fantasy"Nothing special, just a dry, dry ground. Vast. Flat. Dry. Cracked. Littered. There were bodies everywhere." International Terrorist Organization, Granphdok has declared war. On the world. With a device that can blow up continents, they threaten w...
